I was going to my office late, just to show my boss how angry I am with him. He was being such a kid the day before. So I went on my bike, made a stop at a BhP petrol station near my house. It was 4 pm. I filled my tank full, grab a bottle of 2T oil, dump it in and drove off. Burned a cigarette before leaving the station, hoping it will clear my chest.
Riding on my bike, a cig between my fingers. Just like any other day. Except I’m super pissed. Slowly I drove the highway, still trying to cool my head.
And the rain started to pour. Being a half-assed guy, I don’t have a raincoat. So I’m stuck under a flyover with dozens of other bikers. Half an hour passed, the rain calmed down. I’m off with my journey.
A few minutes riding, the rain goes off again. At that time, I was thinking “Screw this, I’m stopping somewhere I can have a drink”. So made a U-turn in Jalan Duta, head back to my favourite mamak stall, and grab a cup of teh tarik. It’s raining even heavier since I got there. I just sit there and glanced at every passerby, dogs and cars. My phone is vibrating, my boss is calling. I ignored it, there’s nothing I can do in this situation, plus he said I’m incompetent and slow the day before. So he doesn’t need the ’slow and incompetent’ me.
9PM, my brother called, saying my boss is super pissed. I give up. I grab my bike, start the engine, and move forward; thinking I’ve teach him a lesson. Plus I don’t want to loose my job. Its still raining a little, but who cares? I’m a half-assed person anyway.
9.30PM my beloved bike jammed, in the middle of the highway. I touched the engine, It’s hot as hell!! Well, theres no moving for him tonight. I have 2 choises at that time. 1: push it to my office. 2: call for help and ride. I go for 2, since it might rain and I don’t want to be cought pushing a bike in it.
That’s where my brother lend me a hand. Hes not an ideal “role model” kind of brother, but he is still a brother when you need one. We decided to push the bike home first and then he’ll send me to the office. Cool enough. 11PM.
12AM. We’re back at the mamak stall after we send the bike to a friend’s house. Getting ready for office, (my shirts are wet) we grab some drinks and light up a smoke. And then shit happens. Another downpour. This time, even the Astro is out of frequency. Looking at the clock, I gave up the idea of going to work.
12AM till 4AM was spent with my friends at the mamak stall, fooling around.
4.15AM I’m home, my dad is already home, in the bedroom. I went to my room and straight fall to my bed. It’s not the worst day of my life, I thought. That is about to change when my mom came to my room, saying my dad is super pissed I ditched work that day. I explained the circumstances, the rain, the bike, also the fact that I’m angry. Being a mother, she understands, and I love her for it. She left the room, saying I should apologize to my father.
An then the real problem came. My dad. He burst into the room, asking what the hell is up with me. I explained about the rain, the bike. And I also told him I’m not happy with him saying bad things about me in front of other staff. Also I’m not hired as a graphic artist, I’m hired as a webmaster and IT. Me doing graphic works is solely for helping him, since every graphic artists we had since last year left after 2 months of work(he’s being too strict).
He couldn’t accept my argument,saying I’m not worth the pay if I’m only doing websites (He forgot he paid double my salary to the guy before me for a sucky site). I said “Then fine, I’m helping you with graphic, but don’t put all the blame to me if something goes wrong”. I’m just not happy with him saying I’m not good at something I wasn’t even meant to do.
He also hired a new graphic artist recently, his old friend. He asked him to help me with graphic. “Dammit, it should be the other way round!” I should be the one helping him instead, since he’s the full graphic artist. I’m just helping, please don’t forget that. Please don’t push the responsibility to me. He go back to his room with a bang on the door, saying I might as well quit.
The fight is over, my brother is lying on the other side of the room, speechless. Maybe he’s thinking that I’m the only one who dare to fight with my dad like that.
I went out, walking around to clear my head. Too bad my bike broke down, If not then I might be going Melaka or Kampar. After a few steps out of the home, its started raining again. I just walk aimlessly around the neighbourhood in the rain, at 5am in the morning. I went back home at 6, and went to bed. Thinking running away from home will require proper planning. I still need to find my birth cert. etc.
ZZzzZZZZZZzZZZzzzzzz (end of day 1)
Now I’m at the office, 6am, just finished 50% of graphic’s works. While his so called ‘friend’ just finished 10%(even when he have a day extra). I wonder why I even bother to come for work. And now I know the answer.
I love my family, even if you dishonor me, beat me, or even work me to death for your own ego. As my father, you deserve my help, my full support for your work and even ego. I also worried with the new graphic artist and deadline. I admit it, I’m not your favourite son, heck, maybe in you heart I’m just a shitty bastard who took you for granted just like the rest. But I dare to argue with you, I dare to say you’re wrong. I dare to state my opinion. I dare to correct you. … I dare to be hated by you. Simply because I don’t have other candidates to call a ‘favourite father’.
p/s: I don’t think this post will stay here for long.
